by Samantha Lee
He kept walking and pressed talk, “Hey Kelly.”
“Hey handsome.” Antony smiled. At some point, he and Kelly had tried to date, but things didn’t work out. Antony didn’t want to pull her into his world. She was innocent and had a good heart. The light she had didn’t need to be smothered by his darkness, but shared with others. He knew she never understood why he didn’t want to be with her, regardless of the times she tried to tell him about her feelings. Kelly knew about the Family, hell, some of her family were made men but she didn’t understand his darkness, nor would she understand that he didn’t want out of it. He embraced his darkness, drew on it when he needed it, reveled in it. Antony’s brow creased, but what did that mean for Yvette. He wanted her and he didn’t care if he smothered her in his darkness. he wanted to ruin her, he was excited and looked forward to it. He refocused on the conversation, “Has Jim checked in?”
“I shouldn’t be telling you this but I thought you should know he never showed up.”
Antony stopped walking, “He didn’t check in to your clinic?”
“No,” she said.
“Thanks,” Antony said and hung up the phone. He stopped walking toward Yvette’s office and turned toward his office. He didn’t hesitate to dial Sal. Two rings then Antony heard, “What’s up boss.”
“I may have a situation.”
“What kind of situation?” Sal asked his voice was cut with an edge of danger.
Antony walked into his office and closed his door. “Remember that employee I sent to Kelly?”
“Yeah, Jim, the one being blackmailed.”
“Right, well, he never showed up. Find out why and do it quietly.”
“On it.” Sal said and hung up the phone.
Antony sat down at his desk. It had to be Donato Belmonte. Antony couldn’t think of any other Family that would have the balls to go up against the Carbonaro’s. Did the Belmonte Family want to try him? Did they want to see him angry? He was his father’s son and if his father wasn’t afraid to wipe out every Family to put theirs on top, the son wouldn’t fall far from the tree.
***
It was eight at night when Yvette had emailed Antony her next set of data and her analysis. She said she wouldn’t stay late but she lied to herself. She didn’t mean to stay late tonight but she lost herself in the data, plus she saw Antony leave hours ago. Yvette shut down her computer, Antony hadn’t responded to the first email and she didn’t care. She was doing what he asked of her so she wasn’t being insubordinate, so no HR issue there. She couldn’t be written up for insubordination if she completed the task, checked in with him, and tried to communicate with him. Asking her to dinner and coming on to her was more of a HR issue, but she was a willing participant. She bit her nails. Maybe she should document the time and date of her attempts. Would he be so petty that he would try to take her job because she didn’t want to play his game? She had heard horror stories about bosses disciplining employees that refused their romantic suggestions. “Damn it!” Yvette said and slapped her hand on her desk, then winced in pain. She lifted her red palm to her face to inspect it, she would live. She packed her briefcase and pulled her purse from the floor and mumbled, “This is why you don’t mix business with pleasure. You just shouldn’t do it,” and how many times would she make the same mistake. How many fucking times?
***
Antony sat in Sal’s black Tesla, he switched his suit for jeans and a blazer. Someone had taken Jim and Antony knew in his gut it was the Belmonte’s. He couldn’t prove it, but that didn’t mean he had to sit back and play a spectator to their bullshit. They were outside Donato’s house waiting for him to bring his ass outside.
“You sure about this Antony?” Sal asked. Antony didn’t turn his head from where he watched Donato’s house in the passenger seat. “I will not kill the prick, and I won’t outright accuse him, but I want him to know Jim was in my care, and I am taking his disappearance personally.”
“There he is, pulling out of the driveway.” Sal said and pointed to the garage door pulling up.
“Block the motherfucker.” Antony said. He pulled out his gun and switched off the safety, he didn’t intend on killing Donato but he wouldn’t greet him empty handed either. Sal saw him turn the safety off and asked, “You expecting problems?”
“No, but I am always ready for them.” Sal blocked the driveway and Antony jumped out of the car. He could see the confusion on Donato’s face through the window shield. Antony pounded on the hood of Donato’s car. “Get the fuck out of the car.” He said.
The driver’s door opened slowly. “I am coming out,” Donato said, then he stepped out of the car. “What the fuck is this about Antony?”
“Keep your hands where I can see them, you don’t want me to think you might threaten me.”
“I am not the one blocking you.” Donato said.
Sal stood on Antony’s side ready to move if the situation called for it. “I am missing someone Donato and the last time I talked to this someone they were trying to get away from a bad situation. Now, you wouldn’t know anything about this missing person would you?”
Donato played dumb, “Who are you missing?”
“His name is Jim, he was my CFO, and he was being blackmailed by someone for information about my operation. Does any of this ring a bell?” Antony asked.
“I don’t think so, I haven’t blackmailed anyone in a long time. This isn’t the 80’s Antony.” Donato said.
“That’s what I said when he told me what happened, I thought, what spineless coward would go this route. What kind of fucked up piece of shit would do this in this day of age, I mean, these days, you could throw money around. You don’t have to go the route of whores and drugs. But then again, maybe the piece of shit that was bribing him was broke, then, I understand. I mean, if you don’t have real money, drugs and whores are cheap, right.” Antony said.
Donato’s jaw clenched. “Right, well let me know if you find this guy.” Donato was about to open his door but Antony stepped in and laid a hand on it slamming it shut and got in Donato’s face. “Well, he’s been gone for a few days. I don’t doubt he’s either dead or almost dead, but you know me right Donato.” Antony said slapping the sides of Donato’s face. “I don’t handle loss well. It would take a lot for me not to return the favor to the person who took him.” Antony stepped back and opened the door for Donato but before Donato could pull the door closed, he said, “See you soon Donato.” His smile was pure predator and Antony relished in the fear in Donato’s eyes. Let the asshole think on that. Antony wasn’t all good looks and fancy clothes. He was the person you never wanted to make angry.
Antony walked back to the car while Sal kept eyes on Donato. When Antony was in the car, Sal turned around and walked to the driver’s side. He backed up to let Donato out of his driveway. “I bet he fucking has him and one day, I will fucking kill Donato.” Antony said and Sal grunted and pulled out his phone to read a text. “Yvette is on her way home.”
Shit, he forgot about her, she probably stayed late. “She is just leaving work?”
Sal shot off a text and waited a few seconds, “Yes.” He said.
Antony grunted. “Take me to her house and beat her there.”
Sal nodded. Twenty minutes later, they were outside of her flat. Antony saw Yvette park her car, “Give me twenty minutes tops,” he said to Sal, then jumped out of Sal’s car, and ran toward her. “Yvette!” he watched her body jump a little in fear. He startled her.
“Oh my god,” she put her hands over her chest. “Antony why are you here?” he smiled, that was the first time he heard her say his name. He liked the way it rolled off her tongue.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I didn’t want you to walk in the house before I talked to you.”
“Talked to me about what?” she asked.
“About what happened today with Areyanna and me. I-” she held her hand up.
“Antony, I don’t want to talk about this. Your perso
nal life is up to you. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” She tried to walk around him. He stepped in her path. He brought his head down to hers. “Ask me in Yvette.”
She shook her head. He grabbed her bag. “Now you have to, unless you want me to rummage through the contents of this bag,” he grinned.
She moved past him and he followed. She walked up to the door, it was only one lock and a flimsy one at that. He would have to get that changed. She opened the door and walked up the stairs to her apartment. They stopped at her apartment door and she pushed her key in and slightly opened the door. She hesitated, “I don’t live in a mansion so don’t be offended by the look and size of my place.” He shook his head and moved around her and walked into her apartment. He left Yvette standing inside her doorframe. Antony turned around. “Do I need to take my shoes off?”
Yvette laughed, “No.” She walked in, “Go in.” Yvette turned and locked the door, one lock on the inside. Antony grimaced. “What can I do for you?” Yvette asked.
Antony grabbed her hand and pulled her to the couch. She fell onto the couch next to him. “Let’s review your notes.”
“Right now?”
Antony nodded, “Yes, right now.”
“I am exhausted. I emailed you my work. Why don’t you check that then we can meet AT WORK tomorrow?”
Antony shook his head. “Mmmm tomorrow won’t work for me.”
“Well then the next day.” She asked.
“No, right now is the only time I have.”
“Antony, you’re being unreasonable,” Yvette said.
“Yes, but you won’t let me speak so I have to go through these lengths to talk to you.” He ran a hand down her cheek, “To touch you,” he felt her shiver under his touch. He took that as a good sign and pulled her closer. She didn’t resist.
He moved in for a kiss, “Let me kiss you.” Antony asked his voice was husky with lust.
She shook her head. “We shouldn’t.”
“No, but I have to, I need to.” He kissed her hard and deep. He lifted her onto his lap, she straddled him. Her skirt pushed up her waist, his hands were on her ass the only thing between them were her thin panties. Her fingers ran through his hair, their lips and tongues met in wild abandon. He reveled in the sensation and her wanton desire for him. When they broke apart both were breathing hard. “Now, about Areyanna.”
Yvette was overwhelmed with desire that cleared instantly, did he just say Areyanna? That was more effective than dumping cold water over her. Yvette tried to get off his lap, but Antony put his hands on her hips, and held her in place.
“There’s nothing going on between us. I know how it looked when you walked in but it wasn’t like that. At least not on my end. I am sure she wanted to fuck me, but I am not interested. I don’t mix business and pleasure,” Antony looked at her then added, “usually. You are the exception to every one of my rules.”
Antony felt the heat of her need against him, he knew if touched the place he yearned to be, she would be sopping wet. He could take her tonight, he wanted to but he couldn’t. He had too much to do and he wasn’t about to fuck her and leave. No, the first time they would come together would be a night of pleasure not a fast fuck.
Yvette tried to get off him again, he pushed her down against his hard shaft. He groaned when her mound met his hard shaft. He kissed her again, “I have to go, but I don’t want to. I want to take you to your bedroom and ease the tension that has been building for both of us. But that will need to wait for another time.”
Yvette was lost in Antony, there was something she needed to remember, there was a reason she shouldn’t do this. She needed to remember what that was. She shook her head to clear the lust, “No, Antony. There is no other time. Let me up. We have to stop this.”
Antony’s brow rose, “More resistance Yvette?”
Yvette sighed, “I won’t lie, I want you, but I don’t want the complications that come with a night of passion between us.”
“At least you know how good it will be.” Antony said.
Yvette nodded. Antony laughed. “Resistance is futile.” He picked her up and sat her next to him. “I will have you.” He kissed her again before he stood to leave, standing he adjusted his hard length. “I am unbearably hard, Yvette,” he pulled his shirt out of his pants and outlined his hard shaft through his jeans. “Next time you will need to do something about this. A man shouldn’t walk around with blue balls all day when his woman is literally right next to him.” Yvette’s eyes were glued on to his large shaft, the tip peeked over the waistline, she was captivated by the moistened pink tip. She licked her lips almost tasting the salt of his precum.
“Oh Yvette, honey, don’t do that. I really can’t tonight,” Antony dropped his shirt and Yvette was out of her trance.
“Do what?” she asked.
“Look at my dick like it’s the Holy Grail and you have to put your mouth on it.”
“I wasn’t,” she lied.
“Right,” he smiled and winked at her then walked to her front door. “Cheeky bastard,” Yvette said to his back. She watched him jiggle her door lock. He shook his head and muttered a curse, “I am changing your locks. One lock won’t do shit against a break in. I know a guy. I will get him to come tomorrow.”
“Antony, I don’t own this place. I can’t make changes without going through the proper channels. I need to talk to the landlord. He will want to know the company and lock information, there’s more to it than making a statement.”
Antony walked out but before he left, she heard him say, “We will see.”
As soon as Antony left, Yvette sank onto the couch, her body trembled from unspent sexual energy. Her hand moved down her belly, she pushed her skirt up and rubbed herself over her panties. She undulated against the friction, shivering when she grazed her sensitive nub. She was so wet, so sensitive, her need pressed her, she knew she wouldn’t need to penetrate herself to cum tonight. Her hand grazed her hard nub one more time, and her world splintered, she screamed her violent release, and her body went limp. Relaxed she carelessly let her legs fall apart, exhausted from her intense release, she fell asleep.
Chapter Six
Donato hit his steering column. “Motherfucker!” his hands and his body trembled with anger. How dare Antony come to his home and threaten him. Donato turned the corner and pulled over. He pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. Donato didn’t wait for Sandra to say hello, he was too upset. “Sandra, kill the rat bastard I have at the warehouse. Hurry and get it done.” He hung up the phone. He didn’t want to hear her shit tonight, he wasn’t in the mood. Donato threw the phone on his passenger seat. He needed to drink and fuck, he pushed the lever for his signal light and pulled away from the curb, he was going to his club.
Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up to the back entrance to club Hell. He met one of the capo’s at the door. “Sir, VIP is ready for you.” Donato turned to the capo, “Get me a bottle of the best cognac and bring it up.” Donato walked straight to his VIP room. He did not want anyone in the room with him. He wanted to be left alone to drink, until he was ready to fuck. The music in the club was slow and dirty. Donato peered out of the window of his VIP room to watch the gyrating bodies, and in the deepest corners, he saw men and women coupling. Donato’s shaft grew hard at the sight. He guided his hand down to his shaft and rubbed it through his pants.
Donato heard someone coming up, he knew it was someone bringing his cognac. The door opened and a man he’d never met before entered. Donato turned away from him, “Set it on the table and leave.” He heard the silver hit the glass table before the door closed. He turned and picked up the crystal decanter and poured the liquid gold into the glass. Donato was eager for the relief he would receive from the alcohol, he fell onto the soft leather sofa and continued to watch. Captivated by the slow moving mass of bodies, he pulled his hard shaft out of his pants and stroked it, his free hand grabbed his glass of cognac, in three long pulls he, finished his first glass a
nd poured another. He kept stroking himself slow and hard.
Abruptly he sat up. He dropped his drink on the carpet. In the middle of the dance floor he found the woman, he wanted for the night. The brunette moved like she wanted her lover to possess her, own her, brand her. The alcohol and the sensation of his long hard strokes to his shaft was titillating. His body tingled, he relaxed into the feeling. The problems of earlier were lost to the pleasurable sensation. He picked up another glass and poured himself more drinks and drank them down. Donato pushed his hard shaft back into his pants and adjusted himself until he was comfortable. He stood, he needed to retrieve his woman for the night, then his phone vibrated, he felt it against his thigh. Donato sighed, he thought of not answering it, he wanted to be done with the Family tonight. He wanted to relax, allow the alcohol to consume him, but he wanted to be the heir to the Family more, so he had to at least pretend he was responsible. He pulled his phone out and stared at the screen until it wasn’t blurred, he smiled.
“Mario, where are you?”
“I passed the club and saw your car in the back. You only come here when there’s shit going on. What’s up?”
“Fucking Antony paid me a visit about that piece of shit Jim. Antony threatened me, told me he’s taking Jim’s disappearance personally, so I called Lady Death and told her to take care of him.” Donato laughed mirthlessly and paced the room, “Antony’s a piece of shit and one day soon, I will deal with him.”
“We can deal with him whenever you say go. There are ways to get to him and get him out of your way.” Mario said.
“No, we don’t want to start shit right now. We want to get rid of him but not in a way that will cause the boss trouble.” He waved his hand in the air, “I don’t want to talk about this shit right now. I came to the club to drink, forget, and fuck, in that order. I am on my way to the fuck part of the night. Turn around and come back, we can find you a girl.” Donato’s voice slurred.
“I can’t, I have pickups left to do tonight.” Mario said.